Self-Induced Fatality: a New Kind of Drug

Apart we stand and together we crumble. She's hiding in the bathroom letting her world unravel. Did three bumps wiped her nose; began to stumble. Living her life between the sudden slams of the gavel. She makes herself believe fatalities can't happen, While she's gripping the toilet seat gasping. For water to hydrate the rolls; she's ashen. Unable to justify the messed up way she's been acting. Her friends turn their backs on her addictions. She's running all day to pick up a new bag. Calling someone else to buy their latest prescription. Wasting her money left and right on some bulls**t swag. To the point where she disgusts herself living in the past. Where did that little girl go from four years back. Rocking back and forth on the tile her eyes are glass. Fighting off the oncoming asthma attacks. As her pupils begin to dilate she wishes for the best. The darkness closes in as tears fill her cup. The shakes take over now it's time to lay to rest. Her last words will always be 'It was never enough.'